Sherlock's POV

I listened as Moriarty made his unnecessarily dramatic speech of my orientation to John while thinking about what little time I had spent with him. John Watson…he indeed was a spectacular human being. Cheerful, energetic, smart of course, and appreciative. And he was also rather protective, more willing to heal than to fight, but almost always prepared to fight. He didn't have a temper, but he did enjoy fighting. Or maybe just excitement. Either way, I thought to myself as I turned away from John and Moriarty, anyone would be lucky to have him as a friend. I had known from the start that it would not be me. I was lucky enough to be able to spend more or less a day in the life of what it must feel like to be normal.

I turned my face away from them because I didn't think I'd be able to handle seeing the look on John's face when he heard the truth.

Not without laughing, of course.

"You think that makes any bloody difference to me?" John said. I couldn't help but feel the need to cherish the look of genuine surprise on Moriarty's face as John looked back at him, his hands in his pockets, his fists still clenched but his shoulders relaxed.

I had finally deduced this morning as we were talking that John was unbiased, and, being from Sussex, surely had been acquainted with homosexual individuals such as I. The part that had surprised me, when I found this out, was that he didn't care at all what your sexual orientation was. It so greatly relieved me that it was shocking, and I was glad that I was able to find this out before Moriarty did so that I would be able to cherish the look of pure shock on his face.

Moriarty managed to straighten his emotions out, and he fixed his hands back into his blazer pockets as he looked into my face. He wasn't smiling for once, and I couldn't help but hide my little sneer at the bewilderment in his eyes. "Well well, Holmes, looks like you've gotten a stubborn little bug on your side," he said. "But I'm not worried, of course. He'll be the only one." Moriarty smoothed down his hair as he turned back around the corner.

I waited until his footsteps faded away before looking at John for his response. He was glaring furiously at Moriarty's back. "How dare he think that he could grab me onto his side just because you're a different orientation than I! How could he think that my mind or loyalty could possibly be swayed…" At this point he turned back towards me, his green eyes hinted with a bit of doubt. "You didn't think…" I shrugged. "At first I did," I said. "But after this morning I had no doubt that you were unbiased and that my orientation would matter nothing to you." He nodded, his hands unclenching as he calmed down and smiled up at me. "That's very good," he said as the bell rang.

We walked into the school together. "Soon Sherlock," John said. "You won't ever have to worry about Jim. I'll continue being your friend, and show everybody, the school, your family, and Moriarty, just what I think of their uncalled-for segregation. I'll stand up for you Sherlock, and I'll be your friend."

I raised an eyebrow, his words touching somewhere inside me. "Could be dangerous," I said "Everybody might group you up in the same pile as me, and you might also be targeted by Moriarty and the school as well." John looked upwards at me and grinned. "Haven't I ever mentioned how much I adore danger and the sort?" I couldn't help but grin a bit at his statement. "No, but I deduced it,"

A/N: LOVE writing Sherlock's POV~

This part was really exciting to write about~ I was about to make it all touchy-feely with the feels and stuff, but decided to make it happier with Sherlock already knowing that John wasn't going to abandon him like the rest.

So, review!